I never fuck with Facebook. I absolutely despise social networking. I think it's truly going to result in the destruction of mankind. Sometimes I just wish I didn't live in this time. Before, there was so much more freedom and privacy, and you could truly escape places.

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Because my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean so little to me.

Saturday as Usual

My Brother went to college
To become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

Saturday as Usual

And me I'm in the bathroom
crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man
when you're scared, just like a little kid.

Saturday as Usual

If I die tonight, then I guess I die tonight
Let me go on.

Falling Out Of Love At This Volume

I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long
Then you blink and it's gone

The Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweat

I guess time has a way of making everything alright
it's just there is not enough of it
and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate
this lie and hope that it will last
morning is here night has passed
A celebration upon completion

but i guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable
and the days seem cold and long
but we'll cry and we dance
and we stumble into love in awkward perfect grace
the moon is gone and the sun has took its place
A celebration upon completion

I swear that I'm dying
slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere...
just take me there.

If Winter Ends

In a coma, you don't dream,
you just hope that someone sits with you.

Padraic My Prince

I had a brother once, he drowned in a bathtub,
before he'd ever learned how to talk.
And I don't know what his name was
but my mother does,
I heard her say it once, she said,
"Padraic, my prince, I have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame:
you cried but no-one came."

Padraic My Prince

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur
With no details to confuse who or what or where I was
So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown.
Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown,
filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends,
singing "I won't ever be lonely again"

I Won't Ever be Happy Again

There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.
Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!

My parents ask if I'm alright; I say "I've just been staying up too late.
I need to sleep" I need to do something!
To get this awful weight up off my chest,
keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!

So you say there are spaces, opening wide?
Oh believe me, there's day longer than nights.
And you could be happy, if only you'd try.
But you don't try. No you don't try.

And you speak of a fever, that burns you inside,
as you explain to your mother, how you've wanted to die.
So she kisses your fingers, and says "My darling, but why?
When there is so much more. There is so much more."

You could be happy, the minute you try.
Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?

And the sad act like lepers
They stick to the shadows
They long to ring bells of warning
To tell of their coming
So that the pure can shut their doors.

Arienette

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.
Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest."
Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."

The Calendar Hung Itself

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings.

Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?

Sunrise, Sunset

I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

Something Vague

Now I know a disease that these Doctors can’t treat.
You contract on the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be.
A reflection of something we’re missing.

And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore.
Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more.
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?

A Scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks

Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye.

The Movement Of A Hand**

You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better.
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You said you hate my suffering, and you understood,
And you’d take care of me.
You'd always be there for me
Well, where are you now?

Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh,
The plans were never finalized,
But left to hang like yarn and twine,
Dangling before my eyes.
Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
a sunrise and the sun sets.

Sunrise, the sun sets.
You are hopeful and then you regret.
The circle never breaks.

For a sunrise or sunset.
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way.

It’s a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There’s no way to escape.
Sunrise, Sunset

Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun’s just gonna drop,
If it’s night you demand.

I think you lost what you loved
In that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
Now you can’t even recall
Any names, faces, or lines;
It’s more the feeling of it all.
An attempt to tip the scales

But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time.
Yeah, a melody to keep me from worrying.
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy.
And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing.
And they'll be laughing. My mediocrity. My mediocrity.

There was this book I read and loved,
The story of a ship
Who sailed around the world and found
That nothing else exists
Beyond its own two sails
And wooden shell
And what is held within.
All else is sure to pass.
We clutch and grasp
And debate what's truly permanent.

Oh, You Are the Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place

I sing and drink and sleep on floors
And try hard not to be annoyed
By all these people worrying about me.
So when I'm suffering through some awful drive,
You occasionally cross my mind.
It's my hidden hope that you are still among them.
Well, are you?

Oh, You Are the Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place

Well is it your fear of being buried
that makes you so afraid to speak?

So you can try and live in darkness
but you will never shake the light.
It will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night

The hook is in deep boys,
there is no more time.
So you can struggle in the water
and be too stubborn to die,
or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky.

The Big Picture

If the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall,
Then I think we would see the beauty, then
We would stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges,
Like a story told
By the fault lines and the soil.

Bowl of Oranges

Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.

I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity.
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high.
Yeah, next time, neither will I.

Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.

"Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."

Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction?
I guess an even split.

And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
We're still the pawns in their game.

As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.

Let's Not Shit Ourselves

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me.

Lover I Don't Have to Love

So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to. And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that. And now I have read some books and have grown quite brave. If only I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth.

Don't Know When But A Day is Gonna Come

He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.

It is clear to see that it is not them but me, who had lost my self-identity. As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me. And everything I have made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time

Waste of Paint

My head's a carousel of pictures and
The spinning never stops.

Nothing Gets Crossed Out

For a song I was bought
Now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue card.
Onto a stage I was pushed,
With my sorrow well rehearsed.
So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

False Advertising

But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody!
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery,
To love, and to be loved!
Let’s just hope that is enough.

Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and to Be Loved)

But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living
Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats Laura,
who have done the most singing.

Laura Laurent

It's not a movie,
no private screening
This method acting,
well, I call that living

Method Acting

If I could act like
This was my real life,
And not some cage where I've been placed,
Well then, I could tell you
The truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake.

False Advertising

And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt
I keep making this to-do list but nothing gets crossed out
Working on the record seems pointless now
When the world ends who's gonna hear it?

Everything that happens is supposed to be
And it's all pre-determined,
can't change your destiny
Guess I'll just keep moving,
someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going

Nothing Gets Crossed Out

So hurry up and run to the one that you love.
And blind him with your kindness.
And he'll make war, oh war,
On who you were before.
And he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.

Because the truth is that gossip
is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but
you won't ever save your soul.
And that's a fact.

Make War

It was a small mistake
Sometimes that is all it takes.

But, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand
And delivered from the corner
my enemies had got me in
But in all of my salvation
I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell
that is myself

So I wait for the day
when I'll hear the key
as it turns in the lock
And the guard will say to me,
"Oh my patient prisoner
you waited for this day and finally,
you are free!
You are free!
You are free!"

We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
With forty hours, television and prescription pills
Well, I take two a day to help my brain behave
It never does, but who's to say? At least my doctor gets paid.

Loose Leaves

'Cause a costume can be comfortable
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you look like someone else
But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix.

I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me
Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.

Lua

I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides, maybe this time it's different, I mean,
I really think you like me.

First Day of my Life

If you walk away I'll walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way

I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues

And there's kids playing guns in the streets
And one's pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say
"Enough is enough,
If you walk away I walk away."
And he shot me dead.

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start runnin' away
'cause we're comin' for ya!

You'll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time

Landlocked Blues

And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.

In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes
Were you made ashamed,
why'd you lock them in a drawer?
Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more

Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam

The sound of loneliness makes me happier

Poison Oak

Well, I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Let's fuck it up, boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'

Road To Joy

i keep drinking the ink from my pen
and i'm balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quotable phrase
if you love something give it away

landlocked blues

a good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
and you may be offended. and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away

landlocked blues

we made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background of a televised war
and in that defeaning pleasure i thought i heard someone say
if we walk away they'll walk away

landlocked blues

So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to
Love was always cruel
And don't act strange, don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you
But if you'd take that train underwater
Then we could talk it through

Yeah, I was a postcard, I was a record
I was a camera until I went blind

train under water

I guess the best that I can do now
is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong
and to dream about a train
that's gonna take me back where I belong

So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't,
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared

Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that paintin' in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember
and a feeling I cannot escape

I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud

So I will find my fears and face them
or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up

I want to be the surgeon who cuts you open
Who fixes all of life's mistakes
I want to be the house that you were raised in
The only place where you feel safe.

I wanna be a shower in the morning
That wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I'm just the weather against your window
As you sleep through a winter's dream

Ship in a Bottle

I hear if you make friends with Jesus Christ, you will get right up from that chalk outline. And then you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white all to take your place in his chorus line. And then in you'll come with those marching drums in a saintly compromise. No more whiskey slurs, no more blonde-haired girls for your whole eternal life. And you'll do the dance that was choreographed at the very dawn of time. Singing "I told you son, the day would come you would die, you'd die you'd die you'd die you'd die".

Arc Of Time

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground.

There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Easy/Lucky/Free

You took off your clothes and left on the light,
You stood there so brave, you used to be shy,
Each feature improved, each movement refined,
And eyes like a showroom.

so immagine what you want and hold onto that thought
cause thats as close as it will ever come
and believe you're were you're are
keep acting out the part
but at the end of the day
the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space

so believe you're who you are
and stay in character
but at the end of the play the audience walks away
and ill be shivering cold on a well lit stage

The trees get wheeled away

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved

Drunk Kid Catholic

And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing or not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake

I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait.

Happy Birthday To Me (Feb 15)

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
From when I land to when I leave
there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless.

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
Southbound buses, Peter Pan
They left it up to us again
I thought you knew the drill
It's kill or be killed.

Clairaudients(Kill or Be Killed)

The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair.

The Bible's blind.
The Torah's deaf.
The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth

Four Winds

On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, "start over."

Cleanse Song

Oh, I've made love, yeah, I've been fucked, so what?
I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up.

Hot Knives

You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault.

Soul Singer in a Session Band

Little soldier, little insect
You know war it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine
Or happily in the the dark
Where kindness is a card game
Or a bent up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain
With a bullet and a bet.